So for the last 4+ years, I’ve asked, begged, complained, bitched & nothing changes anything.

Tonight was Joey’s birthday, we’re out at a nice dinner and he’s on his fucking idiot box 98% of the dinner.

It’s getting to the point that I’m about ready to divorce him, sad thing is he’d probably not even notice since he seems more interested in what’s on his IDIOT BOX rather than what’s in front of him.